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tired of barely holding on,
to something that's already gone.
tired of being the one who's in this all alone.

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Saturday, 8 May 2010 // 15:07

I can keep on losing sleep
If you're okay with being torn in half

-Kris Allen, The Truth

Okay it came up on my iTunes and you cannot expect me to not quote from it.

And, I realized that I've almost quoted the whole song already. Blehh. This sucks.

I'm still fucking pissed at Jive/19.


Anyway.

Uhh, had training today.

I think I'm starting to lose the ability to wake up early on weekends. Screw.

So, reached school at 8'40-ish because training was supposed to start at 9, instead of the usual 8.

Then, our teacher-in-charge told us our coaches were only coming at 10. Wtf.

So we went to the rooftop hall and played Floorball.

Yellow, aka the team I was on, lost.

It was 3-1 I think?

And I crashed into Tammie and we hit our foreheads.

It doesn't really hurt, I can't even feel any pain now.

Then we went for training.

Blah blah not supposed to reveal details about my training etc etc.

And one of my coaches got damn pissed off with me for my batting and "not listening to her". BUT I WASS. Hmph.

Then on the way home I bought a mango smoothie which probably helped me gain back all the carbs I burned during training.

Not that I care, that much. I'm not an insecure anorexic person who just feels the need to look like a stick.

UNLIKE NGXIN. Hahahah jkjk.


I have a hell lot of homework this weekend.

LA FPS Patchwork 1(b), Chinese SIA, Math questions to be done in the exercise book plus a graded worksheet, a Chem assignment.

And some BRP crap and a jianbao to be handed in on Wednesday. Which is good because I left both my BRP booklet and newspapers in school.

And they have no White Collar marathons this weekend. Life hates me so, so much.

Oh oh btw Chem reminds me, some random people like XiMin (I think) were stalking Terence Heng before assembly on Friday, and apparently he has this album titled "My first Prada".

Gay much. And apparently he's damn smart and won some Prime Minister's Book Prize or something like thatt.

Yep, I have creepy stalkers for friends. How sad.

Oh let's go rewatch Chuck. Random thought, but heck.

Which reminds me, in Geog I completely wasn't pay attention until she said something about tigers.

And I went "Oh Chuck Chuck Chuck". In my head of course.

Because the latest Chuck episode featured a tiger. Epic much.

And In My Head is a sick song. Not unexpected from today's music industry, of course.

And I should stop being so random and go eat my lunch.